The houses along the street are covered in snow.
A foot high winter wonderland created in an hour.
Now the shovelers come all bundled up and eager,
for the wind is low and the light as clear as the air is fresh.
Snow flies and techniques are varied; a pleasant sight…
How wonderful to have eyes that can see what is…
And now the sidewalks are wet from the heat of the day;
dark brushstrokes separating snow filled yards and snow deep streets.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Today's nature
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Thursday, December 16, 2010
The passing of Doug Dales
Too steep he paid a price poor prince
now dead and gone beyond us far.
How much I miss your honesty and love.
The twinkle in your eye meant much more.
But you are gone now away for ever and a day
into places we have yet to see or feel or know.
I'm not so far behind so it will not be too long
till we put our heads together and sing another song
now dead and gone beyond us far.
How much I miss your honesty and love.
The twinkle in your eye meant much more.
But you are gone now away for ever and a day
into places we have yet to see or feel or know.
I'm not so far behind so it will not be too long
till we put our heads together and sing another song
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Friday, October 8, 2010
TIme tells all!!!
Lymphoma! Hodgkin’s! the gentle worried woman said
And followed with, “But you are far from dead.”
She waited calmly to feel my first reply
It was not news to me, not really, I know not why.
Encouraged by my tranquil unaltered state
She went on to describe my newfound fate
Chemo, radiation, who knows what for sure
She has a friend who’s studied, knows the cure
Relax and wait until this new sage can examine
There is much time for this woe is not like famine
It sits inside my right armpit that finds me
A royal cushion ready to move throughout its sea.
The news has passed to all who counsel this happy soul
And I, the keeper, shuttered eyes like some forest troll
Will wait to hear the sure fire paths
Of all the pundits who can kill this wrath.
Soon, quite soon I’ll choose the allies in this game
Will I choose right or wrong? Will I ever be the same.
Time is time and moves at its own pace.
There is always an end in the human race.
Karma plays its hand and always will
Tomorrow is day one of our fine film
Hello October is all ready, the first shot due.
My work some done, will now begin anew.
And followed with, “But you are far from dead.”
She waited calmly to feel my first reply
It was not news to me, not really, I know not why.
Encouraged by my tranquil unaltered state
She went on to describe my newfound fate
Chemo, radiation, who knows what for sure
She has a friend who’s studied, knows the cure
Relax and wait until this new sage can examine
There is much time for this woe is not like famine
It sits inside my right armpit that finds me
A royal cushion ready to move throughout its sea.
The news has passed to all who counsel this happy soul
And I, the keeper, shuttered eyes like some forest troll
Will wait to hear the sure fire paths
Of all the pundits who can kill this wrath.
Soon, quite soon I’ll choose the allies in this game
Will I choose right or wrong? Will I ever be the same.
Time is time and moves at its own pace.
There is always an end in the human race.
Karma plays its hand and always will
Tomorrow is day one of our fine film
Hello October is all ready, the first shot due.
My work some done, will now begin anew.
Monday, October 4, 2010
I am inundated with life!!!
I am inundated with life and its all encompassing needs
I am just another ear but my mouth just feeds
Oracles have an easier time and are more sublime
But I do my best and try to live in rhyme
So the tests were done and my arm now waits
Perhaps its how life lives with the fates
What is time but a passing self born fantasy
For in each second all life takes its eternity
A week to go and the film starts shooting
And now the urgency of weeks ago are real
And those who did not understand the minutes
Now have seconds to discover my realities
I rise to all the questions from others and myself
For is not life just a parade of waiting on a shelf
Karma plays loud and answers are revealed
Was it ever otherwise? We are all the same breed.
I am just another ear but my mouth just feeds
Oracles have an easier time and are more sublime
But I do my best and try to live in rhyme
So the tests were done and my arm now waits
Perhaps its how life lives with the fates
What is time but a passing self born fantasy
For in each second all life takes its eternity
A week to go and the film starts shooting
And now the urgency of weeks ago are real
And those who did not understand the minutes
Now have seconds to discover my realities
I rise to all the questions from others and myself
For is not life just a parade of waiting on a shelf
Karma plays loud and answers are revealed
Was it ever otherwise? We are all the same breed.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
A busy life explained.
For the last two months I have been busy preparing a feature film to begin shooting on October 9th. Hello October is a romantic comedy: A young man’s world is turned upside down when a pregnant stranger shows up at his door.
It is a challenge to produce.
I have other challenges too and here are a few poems that tell you about them.
My Armpit Finds Me Doc.
My armpit finds me Doc. Its found me for a month.
What just seemed sore muscles has popped up as a lump
Mushroom head, really quite hard, big as a loony. Yes I’m sure.
It moves about protecting itself way up high when I am standing;
Tucked under the flesh at the edge of my breast when I’m lying.
Its got good places for comfort and ease cares,for itself if you please .
My mind is aware as I am the creator, the prime generator, the progenitor.
My armpit finds me Doc. Lung x-rays clear, ultra sound says its real.
You’ve felt it there, my bloods gone for testing you wait to find out.
The surgeon’s stood by to read the results, soften me to what he thinks best.
My homeopath tested a hundred ideas but right opines it rests just there.
And so I must wait as the story goes on; waiting for the notes of some new song.
Friends hope the best and fear things worse and so do I, the mind is a curse.
But life is life and has its own mind. All things in time and time is not mine.
Doctor Surgeon Save Me Now.
Doctor surgeon save me now before I come to greater harm.
Take the tests; more ultrasound, the needle biopsy too.
You felt the lumps, called for a mammogram and last of all
yes last of all, the Kat scan to see me through and through.
My weight loss lends to make me know something is amiss
Is it infection or is it cancer is what you must decide.
And then its up to me to hear the path you wish to take
And me decide just how to move what vehicle I’ll ride.
Will I say yes if you say go the route of surgery?
Take the chemo, radiation just like most would do.
Or should I go a natural way, right food and actions clear
And know that path is open and it too can be true..
There are no guarantees in life.
No secret ways of knowing.
But I am master of my path.
Of which way I am going.
I Wander The Green Grass.
I wander the green grass just freshly mowed.
I see the piles of clippings waiting to be moved.
Some fields away I hear a tracker doing fall work
The Bluejays squawk; the hummingbirds fight.
I sense the world is right and fall will soon be here
The leaves will turn their awesome gaudy colours
The grass go brown and the wind die down
And then the snows; when all is white.
To hear and see the present is what is in my life
To feel and think of things right now this instant
Not wonder what is past or what is yet to come
For in each moment is the life worth living.
It is a challenge to produce.
I have other challenges too and here are a few poems that tell you about them.
My Armpit Finds Me Doc.
My armpit finds me Doc. Its found me for a month.
What just seemed sore muscles has popped up as a lump
Mushroom head, really quite hard, big as a loony. Yes I’m sure.
It moves about protecting itself way up high when I am standing;
Tucked under the flesh at the edge of my breast when I’m lying.
Its got good places for comfort and ease cares,for itself if you please .
My mind is aware as I am the creator, the prime generator, the progenitor.
My armpit finds me Doc. Lung x-rays clear, ultra sound says its real.
You’ve felt it there, my bloods gone for testing you wait to find out.
The surgeon’s stood by to read the results, soften me to what he thinks best.
My homeopath tested a hundred ideas but right opines it rests just there.
And so I must wait as the story goes on; waiting for the notes of some new song.
Friends hope the best and fear things worse and so do I, the mind is a curse.
But life is life and has its own mind. All things in time and time is not mine.
Doctor Surgeon Save Me Now.
Doctor surgeon save me now before I come to greater harm.
Take the tests; more ultrasound, the needle biopsy too.
You felt the lumps, called for a mammogram and last of all
yes last of all, the Kat scan to see me through and through.
My weight loss lends to make me know something is amiss
Is it infection or is it cancer is what you must decide.
And then its up to me to hear the path you wish to take
And me decide just how to move what vehicle I’ll ride.
Will I say yes if you say go the route of surgery?
Take the chemo, radiation just like most would do.
Or should I go a natural way, right food and actions clear
And know that path is open and it too can be true..
There are no guarantees in life.
No secret ways of knowing.
But I am master of my path.
Of which way I am going.
I Wander The Green Grass.
I wander the green grass just freshly mowed.
I see the piles of clippings waiting to be moved.
Some fields away I hear a tracker doing fall work
The Bluejays squawk; the hummingbirds fight.
I sense the world is right and fall will soon be here
The leaves will turn their awesome gaudy colours
The grass go brown and the wind die down
And then the snows; when all is white.
To hear and see the present is what is in my life
To feel and think of things right now this instant
Not wonder what is past or what is yet to come
For in each moment is the life worth living.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
About bees and ants sortta
I was thinking about bees and ants that live in huge colonies of thousands of members. Each member knowing and doing its duty unfailingly to render a perfect home for all. I was realizing that our bodies are in some ways like hives only the residents are so small we cannot even understand if they are just energy or have mass. I mean tiny. I know that I have arthritis all over my wonderful body and I can feel it activating at times. I can feel it encroaching on territory. An army moving quickly if I bang myself and slowly if I don't eat right and I do not eat right dumb as I am. So we have tiny negative and positive things that keep us in stasis. I know too that the little pill I take right now is a perfect messenger to the positive side that must do its work to keep the negative under control: to keep the balance. I am able to run and jump too. When I did that Rap I ran and fell and was totally active for over 8 hours and I am 72. I think we fool ourselves if we take medicines that will either mask the negatives or anhialate the negatives and positives at that level of activity through anti-biotics. They leave around all sorts of undesirable effects which we call side effects. It is a drag but true. We all know this. That is one of the main reasons I got into Homeopathy and Flower remedies. They do not have side effects. That is a major reason I tried but I was and am still amazed at how effective they are. I must be well of a couple of thousand experiences that I have seen with my own eyes of people being helped quickly. I myself can tell you I must take a pill or one sort or another maybe 25 times a year for everything from a cold coming on to a hangover in the morning or an upsetting situation where I feel I have to calm down. The odd bang. Wow when I fell into the flowers on the rap I really hurt the arm I thrust out to break the fall. I winced with pain. I think the bone between my elbow and shoulder twisted for I had no damage at all at the shoulder or elbow. I immediately called for Arnica and cream was husstled out and pills as well and I was pain free in under 5 minutes. My son Simon who is also a 1st AD asked me if I had pads down and a stunt coordinator with me. I said no and his look told me he thought I was nuts. I tell you I was half way to the ground when I started to think about landing. I was nuts not to have a pad down. Never trust an actor and that is what I had turned into that day. Mind you not a great actor but the idea of actor. I will one day put together the out takes and you will marvel at how often I had to say each line to get it right. Unbelievable how stupid my mind is when it comes to repeating even one sentence. Arnica is fabulous as a remedy. It is for any physical trauma.
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